"Daniel, you're insane," Elizabeth whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of disgust and disbelief.
"Insane? Maybe," Daniel replied, his smile growing more wicked. "But it doesn't matter. Silas ruined my family. He took everything from me. Now, I'll return the favor."
Elizabeth's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Part of her wanted to punch some sense into Daniel, to knock him out before he did something irreversible. But she knew it wouldn't matter. He was beyond reasoning now.
"Bastard! From what I heard, your father started it first. Why do you make it sound like you are the victim here? You think this will make you stronger? You think this will bring you peace?" she asked, her voice growing cold again, though now it was laced with a dangerous edge. "Going after someone's family—innocents—it won't make you a hero. It won't even make you victorious. You'll be a villain, and you'll lose everything."
